By Susan Burch

fake profile —

why would anyone

want to be me

Susan Burch

getting under peoples’ skins poli(tics

Susan Burch

a thunderstorm stuck in my car

Susan Burch

By Elliot Diamond

a shadow of a shadow down the rabbit hole

Elliot Diamond

By David Cox

hidden

caterpillars make latticework

out of leaves

David Cox

By Suraja Menon Roychowdhury

bottled winter

the warmth

of maple syrup

Suraja Menon Roychowdhury

By Mike Gallagher

tall yarns

the storyteller speaks

beyond the beyond

Mike Gallagher

By Mark Forrester

highway robbery—

every year

less groundwater


Mark Forrester

waking to late-night sirens beach vacation

Mark Forrester

morning crows

the day moon

in a dead tree


Mark Forrester

By Meera Rehm

all-day-long

the weight of storm

before storm

Meera Rehm

finally

the naked truth

winter tree

Meera Rehm

By Michael Buckingham Gray

rusty hinge

the old monarch butterfly

opens its wings

Michael Buckingham Gray

school holidays ...

the sand

in my shoes

Michael Buckingham Gray

By Kavita Ratna

shallow

of a pink shell

seasons within

Kavita Ratna

river view

a salmon floats

on a cloud of oil

Kavita Ratna

By Robert Beveridge

magic 8-ball

I ask it how it’s

feeling today


Robert Beveridge

sometimes no difference between monostich and cookie fortune

Robert Beveridge

By Marguerite Doyle

Leaving the thrift shop

on the dirty, shuttered street,

an old lady holds

two embroidered cushions stuffed

with a thousand dollar notes.

Marguerite Doyle

By Tony Williams

before we talk

I could be

anyone


Tony Williams

 

because of you

I am a cell

that kept dividing

Tony Williams